Existing translations to TIAL

Winter is the wolf that takes the old, the sick, and the very young
Winter is the hard rock on which nothing grows
Winter is the cruel beak and the sharp talon
And so we beg you, bounding boy of spring, dance over the earth
So that the sun your mother will look down upon us
And flowers will spring from your footsteps.

"The Talking Rock"
Yesterday I was walking along the beach when I tripped over a rock that could talk. I picked up the talking rock and said, "Hey! Are you a talking rock?"
The talking rock said, "Yes, I am a talking rock."
I asked the talking rock, "Why didn't you tell me to avoid you?"
The talking rock replied, "Because I'm a mean talking rock."
The talking rock's words made me angry, so I threw it into the ocean. I never saw the talking rock again.